“How was your drink with your friend?” There was a hint of jealousy in his voice.
“Why did you call Marcus?” Sofia wasn't in the mood for small talks. She didn’t bother with greetings. She didn’t bother with softness, or politeness, or trying to mask the irritation sitting heavily on her chest. She pressed her phone against her ear as she paced slowly across her living room, brows drawn, jaw tight.
On the other end of the line, Scott was silent for a moment. She could hear the faint hum of AC, the rustle of papers, the background tension of someone sitting in a large office.
Finally, he answered.
“I thought it would be a good idea for you to have the week off,” he said calmly, as though this were the most reasonable thing in the world. “So you could have some time for yourself. Rest a
